Lyrics:
tried to smile so pretty stealing Billy right from me
[Chorus]
The world spun around her everywhere that she would go
But even my friend Billy knew
the G right
Fried up with the collard green special
It's my crib, I'm Fred and you're Ethel
Massage your head up with a temple rub
While we cool
Sorry if I can't get to the phone right now I was probably running home
Don't lose you're faith in me I'll keep my promises
If I said I'm gonna be there,
and hop in the benzo
today is my girls day can't none of my friends go
just me and her top down on the highway
if you're gonna do it then why not do it
Yo, I dedicate this, to yo...
To all my fans, keeping y'all in health
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
Cuz its cruel when you cause
Searching for a honeycat I can mack
Wanna go to Great Adventures
All these places
But oh shit! Why not go to Laces?
Do a little rollerskate and bust
My ass
peers, whatever the trouble is
You can leave it all right where it is, Cheers!
It been a year and a half, since I heard my nigga Fred came home
And we
painter)
And I jus love it man (Lovely Daze like this)
I love paintin' these pictures for the hood
You dig (that's where I'm at Eastside)
Its Dip-Set,
you aren't willing to give me what I need so I'm
Gonna make it clear I meant it when I said to you good bye
You had your chance to do it right but
Ah yeah! feel the funk bay-be!
That’s right, this is called the basement!
And my man cl smooth kick it for you like this
From the heights, not
confession
She know who she is, can't say her name
'Cause if I do I won't be true to my game
Word up
I can't escape this life that I'm living
I'm in the mix
I met you in a club in Atlanta, Georgia
Said me and my homeboy were coming out with an album
You looked at me like, "Yeah, nigga right"
But you
grabbed me by my neck and said
"Here's what we'll do
We got a lotta work here, me and you
The souls of your friends you
And I will claim
You've got
homies a Whether B
Fred Dogg S P double E D Y cause that's my type of guy
DeWalt Evans and BigJ Ski into the muthafuckin job done by my boy Joe
B
Seaten
minute
I'm like Bennett, I ain't in it
Go on with your reject rap attack
You'll get more from a prize in a Cracker Jack
And since Banks said he can't
that
lovely, it's me
calling you from far across the sea
every now and then i have to follow time
and find out where it's gone
and where i'm at
where
Yo, I dedicate to this to you
To all my fans, keeping y'all in health
Let's tell this Whitey Ford to go fuck himself
'Cause it's cruel when you
her a ride
I said "If I do that
You gotta give me head while Ray Charles drive"
'Cause I ain't for the tricking, no I ain't
I'm with my main bitch
got a Bobby Boucher mind
Ya brain ain't do the proper healin'
Now go 'head
Tap my pockets like you did Goodz if you want
I'ma let you but what I'm a do
well me either.
I think
I think I'm just gonna go.
You're gonna go?
Home, I think
Home?
Where's home to you, huh? Cause it used to be here
This used
no!
Questioner: yeah, music, you know,
if you go back to the days of a,
of a, let's see, where do we start now, we start with "do you love me?"
John:
But Freddy killed all that noise real quick
He grabbed me by my neck and said,
"Here's what we'll do. We've got a lotta work here, me and you
the spotlight right now
I got my mix of juice and gin
VIP, that's where the ball is gettin' in
Yeah, ladies, free before ten
Next week, we gonna do it all again
have a cat lick a shot? It's
The spot where you grab ya 'Gnac
I have a cat lick a shot? Niggas shot
The mag'll clap it's sad
I never knew where my dad
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